Friday, June 8, 2007

We're Sick.

It started last night with him, vomiting. Vomiting and vomiting and vomiting. I brought him water and Immodium, wondering if he had a stomach bug or if he was detoxing from something horrible.

And then, today, it got me, too. It comes in waves of cramps and sudden sweat and nausea. Maybe it's the strict diet of dumpster donuts and Ramen. It is going to make me really not want to go to the beach with the family. I don't want to be in the car for hours and hours.

He woke me up this morning, very early, with his arms around me, as if he'd just discovered me, telling me how beautiful I am, telling me that God made me perfect for him, kissing me so softly. And then we went back to sleep, so close, like in a dream.

3 comments:

Mary P Jones (MPJ) said...

Bleh! Nothing worse in my mind than a stomach illness. Hope you and Mr. Junky are feeling better soon.

Alan said...

Sick is awful. I'm watching everyone around me at work get it, and I'm almost to the point of keeping 10 feet between me and anyone that's breathing.

What a beautiful morning story at the end, though.

jollyrolly said...

i think i am confused. After the other article of finding spoons everywhere, does this sickness have anything to do with that? I don't want to be a downer, but these two articles are too close together for me not to think that. I really really really hope that they are totally separate. Really old spoons and random sour stomach. I guess i am just always look at the possible negatives....... they make it easier to deal with, especially when it can be positive.